Eeeee! says Pyranir gleefully. Ilayse is similarly ecstatic, for different reasons.

We get to fly we get to fly we get to flyyyy! says Ilayse, in a strangely sing-songy mental voice, to Pen.

Procellor's kind enough to open the door, and happily motions outside to it. "Here you are! Mind the panicking humans, I'll send them off in a bit." Pause, then he adds, "Unharmed, don't worry."

There are indeed humans outside panicking over the door. It's a door with dragons inside. Dragons. Some are hiding their valuables, others are looking like they're trying to get a band together to fend off the dragons.